Page 45 of Love Gamble
Damon made me feel so sexy, so cared for, and so hot and satisfied, and I now know why people make such a big deal about sex.
It’s everything.
I could happily stay in this bedroom for the next month, just fucking him over and over again. It’s like he can read my mind, but really, it’s just him listening to my body and giving it what it needs, and once I gave him permission to do so, his animalistic side really took over and just...wow.
“Good morning,” he says in a husky tone when he rolls over and notices I’m awake. “I was going to get up and make you some breakfast in bed.”
“I’m not going to say no,” I reply, kissing him.
“How do you feel?” he asks with a smile, getting up.
“Wonderful,” I say, staring at his naked body and feeling that stir once more. I could go again, right now.
He turns around at my tone, eyes darkening. “Corey...”
“Yes?”
“Why are you looking at me like that? I know you have to be sore today,” he says, sliding on a pair of boxer shorts.
But he’s hard.
No one can miss that.
“You better not be walking out like that,” I tell him, sitting up against the pillows and pulling the sheet with me. “And I’m a little sore, but it’s fine. It’s a good kind of sore.”
He leans down to kiss me. “I’ll be back with food.”
“I’ll be here waiting.”
When he disappears from the room I get up and have a quick shower and brush my teeth. I don’t have any fresh clothes to wear so I just put on one of his T-shirts, but I’m going to have to wear my dress back home in a walk of shame that everyone is going to know about. The thought of walking in and having River see me before I’ve changed makes me feel sick. Maybe I should just move out and get my own place now, so I don’t have to deal with these unnecessary awkward moments. The thought reminds me how far I’ve come. I used to hate leaving the clubhouse and my anxiety taking over, but now? I feel a lot more confident.
Damon soon returns with toast, bacon, eggs, and coffee.
“Thank you,” I say, and I notice him eying my clothing as I take the plate from him. I pointedly ignore my phone in case Tatum has messaged me again. “I hope you don’t mind—I didn’t want to put my tight dress back on.”
“I don’t mind at all,” he responds, tone husky. “You eat. I’m going to jump in the shower.”
He disappears and I’ve eaten about half the food when he comes out in nothing but a towel on his hips. His body is incredible, and I’m just lucky he didn’t choose to become a stripper like Diamond, because he’d make a killing. I never thought I’d be so into abs, but I can’t take my eyes off them, and last night I had my tongue running through every ripped line.
I put the plate down on the bedside table and continue to watch him, a different hunger taking over. He’s appeased one, and now the other has come back to play.
“You know, there’s one thing we haven’t done yet that I’ve been thinking about.”
“And what’s that?” he asks, arching his brow in amusement. I get up and run my palms over his smooth chest, and place a kiss in the center. Slowly, I kiss downward, flicking his towel so it drops to the floor, and then get on my knees.
“Fuck, you look so beautiful on your knees,” he rasps, swallowing hard at the sight of me.
I grin.
I’ve wanted to go down on him ever since he did it to me, but I suppose I was a little unsure at the start. Since then, I’ve grown more confident, and I’ve also done a quick internet search on how to do it well enough that it will blow his mind and make him think I’m the best he’s ever had. Not that it’s a competition.
But, well, I want to be the best.
Okay, it’s totally a competition.
I know, I’m toxic, sue me.
Just like I read online, I take his big, thick cock in my hands and look up at him, using the doe eyes I’ve been practicing. I’ve gotten pretty good at this—you may as well call me fucking Bambi.